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a poet, dont you know it? sometimes i make art

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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 21/02/2024
wrote a haiku then had the thought: "what if i wrote this as a freeform?" #poetry
wooden wind chimes in
the distance, blown by northwards
winds, so brisk and fresh


wind chimes in the distance,
blown by northwards winds,
so brisk, and fresh, and fleeting—
reoccurring—"And again!"
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 09/12/2023
#author #poetry
oh, there was a time where i saw 
poetry, near every place i looked;
in every raindrop, every book—
with every single breath i took—
by every moment i was hooked
and thusly reeled in by the draw
of the world as seen through words.
but you see, lately i've been moored,
in my stagnation i am bored—
held to the shore by fraying cords,
no sail, no helm: two fatal flaws.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 06/11/2023
#wip #poetry #author
what does it mean to yearn?
laid out upon the rocks as waves 
come down, they crash and burn.
to wash away the salt with yet 
more brine is a mistake—what traces 
have you found left in its wake?
for every sigil carved upon your face
there is another on your heart;
for every silence that you break
you can still find a smaller shard
kept safely hidden in your mind.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 06/10/2023
poem also in the alt text #author #poetry
oh, self consuming 
serpent of the sands, it
seems the time has come
for you to eat your tail again.
devouring and deviant,
dominion you defy—
do not deny that you 
desire death, i see 
with every single breath
you take, this is your truth:
you are an infant of infinity,
you seethe in your sublimity,
reborn, remade, reduced
to your bare parts 
(this is the start)
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 27/09/2023
#author #poetry
the daisies we planted this summer
are blooming one last time 
before the autumn air will settle in,
before the breeze will freeze them out,
before the frost will bite their roots—
before that time, you have to choose.
the choice is yours with consequence;
for what it's worth, i never meant 
for things to go the way they did.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 17/08/2023
#poetry #author
intrepid

its all in the drip,
staccato raindrops—
i'm taking a trip,
and i'm making no stops.
so keep up, or catch up,
or don't come at all—
but you must decide now
if you'll answer this call:
that imperative urge,
the journeyer's thrall—
it's a magnetic pull,
it's a flight, it's a fall,
it's a reel, it's a rope,
i am hooked, i am drawn—
it's a want, it's a hope,
i am lost, i am gone.
will you follow, i wonder,
into this world vast—
will you walk, will you wander,
or stay in the past?
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 14/08/2023
poem also in alt text #poetry #author
every stagnant surface 
covers depths that we can't see, 
diving down below cannot 
be done so easily. 

every silent moment 
holds potential for a sound, 
and once it has been broken 
no pieces can be found. 

every seeming absence 
has a possibility— 
for more, for less, for different— 
no telling what will be.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 08/08/2023
#poetry #author
we must conform to 
confirm with confidence
the conditions, hence
faux contrition 
will never suffice. 
this is a problem 
not of vice,
but one of virtue—
not for an absence,
but a falsity of faith.
the failure to eschew 
misleading rules
can only hurt
what trust is left,
for the integrity of 
our own sense of self
depends upon
external help—
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 27/07/2023
[expand the ALT text to read more easily] #poetry #author
i am thinking of 
a way i may transcend
this fraught defense—
caught unaware
my thoughts depend
upon the moment.
on my back foot i must 
resort to what i know—
or else i'll stumble,
unsure of where to go.
all of these maybe's?
they mean nothing,
there's no reason they 
should weigh more 
than the facts—
in point of fact
it makes more sense
they should weigh less.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 26/07/2023
fin. #poetry #author
buoyancy

the gentle swell of rolling waves
pressing its kiss beneath my chin
a loon floats near, just yards away
it bobs atop then dives back in

the surface warm with shards of sun
light refracts to catch my eye
while deeper down flow currents cool
where river water turns to brine

with sweetest salt upon my lips
and sand between my toes
my feet sink into the riverbed
silt soft beneath my soles

further out where i must tread
buoyed by a web of ripples spun
like the loon i float atop
facing upwards towards the sun
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 21/07/2023
#poetry
suffocating slowly,
i'm choking on my heart;
i can't swallow my anxiety,
it tears my throat apart.
my words are made of wire,
they are bent all out of shape;
everything i touch is glass
left broken in my wake.
the breeze is always blowing,
the ocean never stills,
but me? i'm caught, i'm frozen,
i've lost all sense of will.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 19/07/2023
bird man do bird things [Part 2] #art
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 19/07/2023
knife's edge
i am on the cusp,
balanced on a blade,
a tight rope walker
with no safety net
below to catch me.
i find my center
in the scalpel sharp
incisions in my
mind, brain surgery
leaving scars behind 
in my grey matter—
it does not matter
if my thoughts scatter
in the wake of each
neat slice. kept on ice,
my thoughts preserved, i've 
lost my nerves, gone numb
with analgesic
drugs, pins and needles,
my limbs are sleeping
where i stand, i'm done
with walking across
balance beams and string.
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 18/07/2023
bird man do bird things [12.21.20] #art
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Marr @marrmalade.bsky.social · 16/07/2023
#poetry #author
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